Jan would rather write than eat or sleep, which is handy for authors—not so much for husbands. Her research as a nutritionist inspired an unusual murder weapon for Heir of Deceit. Favorite writing moment: meeting famous moonshiner Popcorn Sutton while during research in Asheville, North Carolina for Heir of Deceit. She has won national contests for her comedic poetry on subjects such as Black Friday and her messy kitchen. Some are included in her humor book My Word, That’s Absurd! along with her prize-winning children’s story, Miss Mousie and Mrs. McGreggor’s Closet.
Jan’s quirky sense of humor could classify her as eccentric, but she prefers the term “crazy.” She is the author of two novels, Heir of Deceit and Impressions of Innocence and a non-fiction humor book, My Word, That’s Absurd! She’s going nuts deciding which of seven book ideas she wants to work on next.
She loves cactus flowers, road runners, horned toads (and people). She enjoys cooking, teaching, and learning. The day she stops learning will be the day she stops breathing. She and her husband are the parents of six children.
Jan wrote for a local newspaper at age 11. She worked for her high school and college journalism departments, and as a case worker, tobacco prevention coordinator, and nutritionist. In addition, she has taught religion classes to high school students for more than 31 years as a volunteer.
Visit her web site at: http://janmar916.wix.com/janmmartin
P.S. If you enjoy her books, she’ll love you forever if you leave a 5-star review on Amazon about them.
Praise for Heir of Deceit: “A plot that is full of questions to keep readers turning pages–secrets, lies and drama. Good Stuff!” –Bethany Miller Cole (writing as Bethany Michaels) Judge at Romance Writers of America
“This is part love story, part genealogical mystery, a little bit about redemption and quite a lot of fun for the reader.” –Jonesy, Amazon Reviewer
“A love story that . . . offers a satisfying mix of intrigue and idealistic love.” –Kirkus
“It’s captivating and it really keeps you guessing.” –Lord of the Books Reviews
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On the eve of her wedding, Lacey uncovers a problem too large for love to conquer: a family curse which causes the women to kill the men they love, and puts her fiancé, Evs, in danger. Lacey vows to uncover the secrets of her lineage, even if it requires her ultimate sacrifice–the loss of her marriage to her beloved Evs.
Her search leads to the Smoky Mountain backwoods, where the shotgun is more respected than the law, and family may not be what is expected. HEIR OF DECEIT is set in an area, where, even today, hands of tobacco are used as currency, and moonshine stills explode.
Heir of Deceit is a clean Romantic Mystery suitable for teens and adults.
We traveled back from Cherokee in a silent and reflective mood. Despite the late hour, the trip ended too soon.
Tsali walked me to my motel room door and lingered in the hallway. “Lacey, I have to tell you something before I burst.”
I looked up at him, but found that I could say nothing.
“After our experiences together tonight, I feel so close to you. I’m afraid I am falling horribly, desperately in love with you.”
“Tsali . . .”
“I know. Friends. I promised you.
But this beating drum in my chest won’t stop what it feels. Are you the sacrifice I must give for a strong and proud people?”
“Or is Evs the sacrifice I must give to join a strong and a proud people?” I placed my hand on his arm. He seemed so tall, so powerful at that moment, I needed the touch to balance my unsteady body and my teetering heart.
Tsali lifted my chin upward as he bent toward my lips.
“Please, Tsali, I can’t.” My lips trembled and my stomach leapt in a confusion of joy and pain. “I feel it too, each time I’m around you. Then to have the Spirit of Tsali allow me to see him—to share that with you—maybe it’s a sign. But I can’t. Not until I learn where my own life will go.”
He held his face so very close to mine that I could feel his words. “Lacey, as the original Tsali honored his
wife at the peril of his life, I will honor your wishes, and my promise to you.
However long it takes, I promise you.”
I could feel the warmth of his skin through the space between us like a connecting current. I wondered if he could feel it, too. “I will always treasure this night,” I said, “and what you have told me, even if we never speak of it again.”
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